As we all know, Cashel got through his first day at a new school relatively unscathed.
Here is the update.
There is a “bully on the bus”. Of course there is. Isn’t there always a bully on the bus? As I remember from my own childhood, the school bus could be treacherous territory, because there was only one adult around to monitor things, and that adult was also … er … driving. So some pretty sketchy Lord of the Flies behavior could flourish on the bus. I lived in terror of the girls who sat in the back of the bus. They were evil incarnate, frankly.
So Cashel has had a run-in with “the bully on the bus”. The “bully on the bus” is a girl.
He told my brother (his dad) all about it. Apparently, this little she-witch (I want to wring her neck) hit Cashel over the head with a bottle, and declared loudly, “YOU’RE GROSS.”
Cashel confided seriously to his dad, “The bottle didn’t hurt too bad. But it did hurt that she said ‘you’re gross.’ ”
So much for that whole sticks and stones thing …
Grrrr.
This brings up an incident from a long time ago with my own kids.
I’ll post on it tonight or tomorrow.
Did I mention Grrrr?
I want to wring her neck too!!!
Oh, man . . . can’t hardly take it. Bully behavior works me. May I recommend mace? That bitch.
heh heh heh
The bully is probably all of 8 years old.
But still. I remember from my own girlhood … ain’t nothin’ scarier than an 8 year old bully-girl. I shiver, just remembering.
I hated the bully on the bus. I’m to irritated by what was just described to comment without going off the handle. I’m tempted to say that violent responses should befall her, but that’d set a bad example for Cashel, and the other kids.
The girl should be punished. Horribly.
I will say this: Cashel is a brave young man. You can tell by his actions, and his words.
Oh look. A little pint-sized cunt.
Sheila,
At an impressionable age, I received some important advice, which I will now impart to you verbatim, and which you may impart to Cashel at your discretion:
“Now you just listen to the old Pork Chop Express and take his advice on a dark and stormy night when the pillars of heaven are shakin’….when some wild eyed eight foot tall maniac grabs you by your neck and taps the back of your favorite head up against a bar room wall and looks you crooked in the eye and asks “Have you paid your dues?” You just stare that big sucker back in the eye and do what ol Jack Burton does at a time like that…..”Have you paid your dues Jack?” “yes sir the check is in the mail.”
Big Dan, I’m not sure why, but when I read that that quote, it was in Christopher Walken’s voice.
Dave J,
You must have the scariest nightmares ever.
The visual of Cashel macing that little bitch is making me giggle uncontrollably. I’ll gladly buy him a canister.
Let him just choke her with her own pig-tail ribbons, curly.
Truth be told, the bullygirl probably likes Cashel and hasn’t the social skill to relate to him acceptably.
Reminds me of a series of playground incidents from my gradeschool days. This quite-a-bit-bigger girl would grab and sit on me, pinning me to the ground. She did this for days on end, right in plain sight of the teachers who were supposedly monitoring us kids. They never did a thing to stop it, probably thinking we were just playing. And all the while I’d be gasping for breath. Some playing!
But the thing is, I think she thought it WAS playing. Or flirting. I doubt she was really actually trying to kill me.
Good thinking, Emily! There may be some blow-back if he sprays mace in a confined space like a school bus. Strangulation it is!
Big Dan, I very rarely remember my dreams. I have the recurring tooth-loss dream I know quite a few people get, but yes, it’s the ones that I DON’T remember that I know are frightening, because I’ve scared myself awake plenty of times.
Curly: that would mean replacing the canister of mace with a canister of whoop-ass, no? They make and can it in New Orleans, so I may be able to get it at a discount…if I brave those giant roaches I mentioned before. ;-)
Kick Me On The Bus
If dad did one thing right (he did many things right, but work with me here), he always lived close by school. It was a natural thing, of course; he was a high school teacher, and we lived in a…
Everyone should go read what Mitch did when his kids were bullied on the bus.
Forty years ago, I was a tiny, shy little kindergarten girl. Some older kids, both boys and girls, tried to pick on me. What they didn’t know was that sometimes tiny, apparently shy little girls live with older brothers, and that what seemed like shyness was really boredom. Do you know what happens when little girls who are used to being tag teamed by older brothers has finally had enough with a bully? It’s really funny.
Let’s just say that if I had been the bullying kind myself, I could’ve run a protection racket for the rest of my grade school career.
Of course, schools have changed, families have changed and some of the kids out there today are real psychos, so I would never recommend the beat down to my own kids…
Ixnay on the acemay. I am an assistant principal at a large suburban high school in Texas (pray for me). Last year two girls went at it on the bus and decided to fire off their respective cannisters at close range. In addition to sraying themselves and most of their friends they managed to include the bus driver in the fire zone as well. She ended up missing an oncoming SUV by inches according to the fairly rib tickling incident report she wrote. I’d recommend pretending you want to tell them a secret and then nailing them in the forehead with your elbow. Worked wonders for a kid who came through my office last week.
Just to set your minds at ease – The girl was “written up” by the bus driver. She was a general menace for a while. And the threats that are built into the system seem too have work, and Cash comes home saying, “B. wasn’t that bad today.”
He has now taken up with Andrew. The funny boy. And he comes home with crazy stories that Andrew makes up. One included Cash as the “nerd” (which isn’t a bad thing) because he is so smart.
I’m so glad that Cash is loved and appreciated by so many people who have never met him. Thanks, Sheila, for making that happen.
We love Cashel madly!!!! And I’ll kick anyone’s ass who’s giving him trouble. . .